The Nine Cauldrons

Chapter 23: One hundred and twenty-two catties of mace

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Father Teng Yongfan stayed with Teng Yongxiang and Teng Yonglei at this time, and the three of them were exercising their muscles and bones.

"The three people who fought in my Tengjiazhuang, Uncle Teng Yongxiang, is the master of marksmanship in the clan, and his strength is one of the best. Uncle Teng Yonglei is the leader of the hunting team in the village, and he is also very strong. Although my father rarely takes shots, it seems , should also be a master." Teng Qingshan sighed in his heart.

The folk customs are tough, and there are many masters in one villa. It is conceivable how many strong people there are in the whole world.

"Finally." The eyes of 'Teng Qinghu' beside Teng Qingshan were bright, very excited.

"First battle!"

The silver-haired old man leaning on crutches looked around at the crowd and said loudly, "Teng Family Village 'Teng Yonglei' vs Li Family Village 'Li Wutian', two heroes, please enter the battle circle."

"Leizi, come on." Father Teng Yongfan patted Teng Yonglei on the shoulder.

"Be careful of Li Wutian's leg skills." Teng Yongxiang urged.

"Look at mine."

This Teng Yonglei smiled confidently and strode into the battle circle, while Li Wutian also said a few words to the surrounding clansmen, and then he was equally confident and walked into the five-foot-diameter circle with his bare hands . Teng Yonglei pulled the cloth on his body, and then threw it out of the circle, revealing his lean upper body.

Then Li Wutian also threw away his jacket, revealing his strong body.

"Teng Yonglei, you will definitely lose today. If you admit defeat early, you will suffer less." Li Wutian was dark-skinned, tough and capable.

"After this battle, you are going to lie in bed for half a year." Teng Yonglei dismissed it.

These two heroes from the two clans have already confronted each other before making a move.

"Two." The silver-haired old man on crutches glanced at the two of them, "Let's get started!"

"Please." Li Wutian cupped his hands.

"Please." Teng Yonglei also bowed his hands.

For a moment, thousands of people gathered around formed a circle, all staring at the two people in the center of the field. This battle is not only related to 'water', but also to the honor of one's own clan. Everyone is looking forward to making their own family win.

Teng Yonglei put one hand in front of his chin and the other on his waist, and cautiously began to walk in the circle.

Li Wutian, however, had both hands in front of his chest, raising his left and right legs from time to time, as if he was ready to kick out at any time.

For a while, the arena was silent.

Teng Qingshan watched silently: "Uncle Teng Yonglei, his kung fu is all about his hands. But Li Wutian seems to have stronger legs. Those hands are only for protecting vital organs." As the saying goes, hands are a door, and it depends on Hit people with legs. But this is not absolute, for example, most of Teng Qingshan's kung fu is in his fists.

Teng Yonglei and Li Wutian were observing their opponents.

"Hey!" Li Wutian stepped forward suddenly, kicking up with his left leg, sweeping towards Teng Yonglei's chin.

"Huh!" The strong wind passed over Teng Yonglei's face, and Teng Yonglei retreated sharply.

After Li Wutian swept across his left leg, he kicked his right leg up and swept towards Teng Yonglei. Teng Yonglei stared at the opponent's leg like a poisonous snake, and suddenly, the right hand that had been gathering momentum suddenly struck out, like lightning, With a sudden slap, it slapped directly on the opponent's feet. With a sound of "Peng", Li Wutian's right leg was forcibly slapped, and he couldn't help but feel unstable.

"Drink!" Teng Yonglei yelled, and took advantage of the situation to turn around and kick the whirlwind.

"Huh!" His left leg was like a guillotine, sweeping towards the opponent.

Li Wutian didn't have time to back up, so he leaned back to avoid the leg, and propped his right hand on the ground, like a wind wheel, directly sweeping the leg.

Teng Yonglei jumped back nimbly and avoided this attack.

The moment he leaped back, Teng Yonglei suddenly rushed forward again, pressing down on Li Wutian who hadn't had time to get up, and his fists smashed down like cannonballs.

"Peng, Peng~~" Li Wutian, who was pressed on the ground, was punched twice in the face, only the sound of bones shattering and blood splashing, Li Wutian let out a beast-like roar from his throat, and his back jumped. Standing straight, his knees frantically pushed towards Teng Yonglei above, and the strong thigh strength literally sent Teng Yonglei flying.

"Die."

Li Wutian roared with blood all over his face, his legs were like phantoms, and he kicked Teng Yonglei one after another who was still standing still.

"Pfft!" "Pfft."

Teng Yonglei blocked his feet one after another with his hands.

"Ah~~" Li Wutian roared, and he moved forward suddenly, kicking his legs wildly, making Teng Yonglei retreat in an instant.

"I can't retreat!" Someone suddenly shouted from Tengjiazhuang.

Teng Yonglei was taken aback.

It turned out that he had already retreated to the edge, and if he retreated again, he would be out of the circle.

"Ah." At this time, Li Wutian leaped forward, kicking his legs desperately.

Can't dodge.

"Peng." The opponent kicked him in the chest with his right leg, and Teng Yonglei spurted blood, and he was about to fly out.

At this time!

"Come out!" Teng Yonglei growled, stretched out his hands, grabbed the opponent's right leg, leaned back suddenly, and threw the opponent back. Li Wutian was thrown into the air by the ground, two feet high, and then landed heavily on the ground with a "peng", splashing countless dust.

And Teng Yonglei was half lying on the ground, clutching his chest.

"Thunder."

"Yong Lei."

Suddenly, many people rushed up from Tengjiazhuang.

"Brother Tian!"

"father!"

"Ah Tian."

Many people in Lijiazhuang also went to pick up Li Wutian.

"Father, uncle, is he alright?" Teng Qingshan asked his father repeatedly.

Teng Yongfan touched Mo Teng Qingshan's head: "Don't worry, it's just a kick in the chest, and it may take a month or two to recuperate, so it's not a big problem."

Teng Qingshan heaved a sigh of relief.

Teng Qingshan is very familiar with that 'Teng Yonglei', after all, Teng Yonglei is the leader of the hunting team, he will often send the prey over, come and go, and Teng Qingshan is also familiar with it.

"The first battle is over, Teng Yonglei of Tengjiazhuang and Li Wutian of Lijiazhuang went out of the circle at the same time, a tie!" the silver-haired old man with a cane said loudly.

The people of the two races who were watching felt nervous.

I didn't expect this to happen in the first battle.

"Father, be careful." Teng Qingshan couldn't help but said, he could see that this kind of fight was likely to result in death.

"Don't worry, son, let's see your father clean up that guy." Teng Yongfan smiled.

"Brother Fan, don't be careless." Mother Yuan Lan also looked at her husband worriedly.

Teng Yongfan nodded, and immediately greeted many people around.

"Teng Yongfan in Tengjiazhuang, Li Liang in Lijiazhuang, both of you, please enter the battle circle." The silver-haired old man leaning on crutches said loudly.

"Afan, beat that Li Liang hard for me." The family master 'Teng Yongxiang' couldn't help saying.

Teng Yongfan entered the battle circle with a smile.

"Haha, Teng Yongfan, I have wanted to fight you for a long time, but you have been huddled in your Tengjiazhuang all day long to strike iron. Today, I will let you see, my iron fist of Li Liang." The bearded fierce man' Li Liang laughed, took off his clothes suddenly, threw them away, and strode into the battle circle.

Li Liang's hair was very well developed, his chest was pitch black, and his chest hair was extremely thick.

"Okay, let me see how your iron fist is." Teng Yongfan smiled, and also threw away the commoner clothes, revealing his strong body. a pair of wings. That thick arm is comparable to a boy's thigh.

Teng Qingshan's eyes lit up: "Although Dad seldom uses hands, but he has been forging iron for many years, and the strength of his arms has reached an extremely terrifying level."

Teng Qingshan has more and more confidence in his father.

It's just a two-person battle, in addition to strength, you also need to show off on the spot.

"You two, let's start." The silver-haired old man on crutches spoke.

"Please." "Please!"

His father, Teng Yongfan, handed over to that Li Liang at the same time, and then they all retreated slightly, observing their opponent carefully.

"Li Liang, didn't you say, let me see your iron fist?" Teng Yongfan laughed and strode forward, extremely domineering.

"Hmph." Li Liang sneered, approached from the side like lightning, his fists were already gathering momentum, and when he approached Teng Yongfan for a moment, his right fist mercilessly hit Teng Yongfan's shoulder.

"Haha..." Teng Yongfan swung Li Liang's punch aside with a random wave of his left hand.

Li Liang's left hand blocked it long ago.

"Peng!" A dull voice sounded like beating a drum.

After Teng Yongfan hit Li Liang's left hand with a straight punch, the speed hardly changed, and hit Li Liang's chest again.

"Crack!" With the sound of bones breaking, Li Liang felt a severe pain in his chest, and then he was thrown into the air, falling out of the circle.

There was silence!

No one thought that the instructor Fu 'Li Liang' of Li Family Manor was beaten flying by Teng Yongfan in one round, and his strength was not at the same level at all.

"Brother Fan is doing great!"

"Brother Fan!"

There was a burst of cheers from Tengjiazhuang, and everyone shouted, very excited.

"Li Liang!"

"master."

Many people in Lijiazhuang woke up and rushed forward.

"Don't worry." Teng Yongfan's voice sounded, "I took three points of my strength at the end, this Li Liang will not die." Afterwards, Teng Yongfan smiled and walked towards his wife 'Yuan Lan' and son 'Teng Qingshan'. Holding Teng Qingshan in his arms, he said dotingly: "My dear son, how is your father?"

"Excellent!" Teng Qingshan smiled and gave a thumbs up.

A child gave a thumbs up. This scene made many people in Tengjiazhuang burst into laughter. Obviously, Teng Yongfan's overwhelming victory made the people in Tengjiazhuang very happy.

However, many people in Lijiazhuang were stunned. This Teng Yongfan is too strong. They have seen it with their own eyes. Their master "Li Liang" can lift a huge boulder of 700 jins. His arm strength is so strong, but in front of Teng Yongfan, he did not The power of resistance. How strong is Teng Yongfan

"As expected of being the next patriarch of Tengjiazhuang, this kid Yongfan is not bad." Li Huojun, the patriarch of Lijiazhuang watching the battle, said with a smile.

"Haha." Teng Yunlong laughed triumphantly.

Teng Yongfan is his son-in-law and his favorite disciple, so he is naturally proud.

"Jin Fu, get ready." Li Huojun said loudly with a smug expression on his face, the third person from Li Family Village was Li Jinfu.

"Yes, Grandpa."

A thick voice sounded.

Teng Qingshan couldn't help turning his head, and many people in Tengjiazhuang turned their heads to look. A young man with a height of eight feet and a strong back walked over. This young man's eyes were like copper bells, and his hair stood up straight like steel needles. His body was simply wrapped in the fur of a wild beast. He seemed to be walking out of a big mountain. the savage.

He also carried a black mace covered with sharp cones on his shoulder.

"Hmph." The boy, who was as strong as a beast, waved the mace casually twice, making people suspect that the mace was made of wood, and then he threw it aside.

When it hit the ground, there was a "Peng", a low and muffled sound, and one could fully imagine the weight of the mace.

"This mace is purely made of iron, right? How heavy is it?" Teng Yunlong looked at Li Huojun in shock.

"Fortunately, my grandson Jin Fu's mace is only one hundred and twenty-two catties!" Li Huojun said casually, but his face was not without complacency.

The clansmen in Tengjiazhuang were all shocked. To use a weapon that weighed 122 kilograms and swing it freely, the strength of their arms must exceed a thousand kilograms. The so-called one-force reduction of ten meetings, this terrifying force alone has already made the people of Tengjiazhuang feel nervous.